The cramped train isn't ideal, but perhaps leaving this place will make these mutual leaks of memories stop. Although the first one occurred on-board. But... What other options do they have?

Still not quite steady, he takes Crowley's hand and stands, but stops to take another look around. More people had woken up, but others continue to stare off at nothing. He's fairly sure several of them hadn't arrived by the time they did-- how long had it been? Had any time passed at all?

"Should we... Do something?"